Chapter 212

In the picture book, smooth lines outline two figures, one big and one small, close to each other.

Yan Chengchi can easily see that the man Han Han painted is Xia Changyue.

The little guy is very similar. He is very happy when he is held by his mother. The look on Xia Changyue's face is a strange pet of Yan Chengchi.

He had never seen her in front of the children, but the painting made him imagine her in his mind.

Yan Chengchi pauses slightly and reaches for the second page of the picture book.

In front of a dining table, Xia Changyue sits, but the little guy pouts his little butt and leans to her side. He holds her face in both hands and kisses her cheek. Opposite their mother and son, there is a tall figure

Although only the back, simple outline of the line, but enough to see is a man.

The picture of a family of three made his eyes dim and indifferent.

Just about to turn to the next page, eyes were attracted by a pink pig under the table.

A very warm family of three, but lying under the table is a pink pig, chubby, head also wearing a bow, very lovely.

Although it hides under the table, there is still a pile of food in front of it and a string of crystal saliva hanging around its mouth

Inexplicable people want to laugh.

Looking at the pig, Yan Chengchi couldn't help smiling.

If you look back, you'll see the portraits of Xia Changyue.

I can see that the little guy loves his mother very much.

Most of the picture books are full of mother's sketches, including smiling, serious and even tearful

Looking at his mother in the eyes of a three-year-old child, Yan Chengchi was shocked.

Long finger slowly across the paper, like want to wipe away the tears on the paper, black eyes with no one can understand the mood, deep, dark.

The last page of the picture book is an unfinished sketch, drawing the picture he just sent him.

The gesture for victory.

But next to him, there was a figure, tall and indifferent Just a few simple lines can make people feel a strong sense of oncoming.

The little guy drew him

He only sketched a simple outline, but it was too late to finish.

It turns out that in the eyes of the little guy, he is such a cold image.

Yan Chengchi closes the picture book. Wei An's body leans against the back of his chair. His long fingers are slightly bent, and he knocks on the table.

For a long time, he took the mobile phone, opened wechat and sent a voice.

"I have your picture book."

Put down the mobile phone, his mind, but inexplicably think of the little guy's picture book in every picture.

At last, he was slightly stunned.

Suddenly, he sat up straight again, reached out and opened the picture book, turned it over one by one, and his eyes became complicated.

In the whole picture book, there is only one picture of my father, and it's still his back, a very vague figure, which is not as clear as the last picture.

In the little guy's heart, it seems that he doesn't like his father.

According to the survey data, he grew up with an Chenxu when he was a child. Normally, he should be very dependent on his father. But why is it that Han Han is obviously nervous about Xia Changyue, but he doesn't care about an Chenxu?

Yan Chengchi's heart moved slightly, and there was a feeling that he could not say.

Is that why the little guy would rather ask for his help than go to his father?

Yan Chengchi mouth a Yang, some happy, and some schadenfreude.

The thought of an Chenxu eating in front of his son makes him feel comfortable.

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